There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight. He was silent. I've come all these miles for this young fellow; but I don't cotton to the idea of lallygagging four weeks in this burg. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. I can talk with them.
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